Introduction: About This Poem There are stories we carry for a lifetime, then lose to the fading of memory – names, dates, the exact turn of a phrase. But the land does not forget. It holds every tyre-mark, every footstep, every mile travelled with someone you love. This poem walks the roads that a couple … Continue reading The Road Never Forgets
Introduction to: where Love Remains There are days when the world looks bright and familiar, yet something feels quietly out of reach – as if a light we know well has slipped just beyond our sight. This poem began with that feeling: walking the country lanes I have known all my life, seeing all the … Continue reading Where Love Remains
A Note Before We Walk There is a kind of magic found only on a narrow boreen - that quiet, unhurried path winding through the countryside, far from the noise of roads and clocks. When you step onto it at a slow, steady pace, time softens. The sun filters differently through the hedges, every birdcall … Continue reading Good Things Grow Slowly
An Grá Geal (The Bright Love / The True Beloved) Introduction: An Grá Geal Or (The Bright Love / The True Beloved) is written in the ancient tradition of Personifying the land as a beloved – a custom deep in Irish poetry, where Éire, Banba and Fódhla ( names of ancient Gaelic goddesses who have … Continue reading An Grá Geal
Introduction: In every place, there is a thread that runs through time – one that connects those who came before, those who live now, and those who will follow. In Charleville (County Cork), that thread is woven from the land, the river, and the words that survived even when speaking them was dangerous. This Poem … Continue reading The Line Unbroken
I was born on one edge of Charleville and grew up at the southern end of Holy Cross, in Kennedy place. A place that never felt like somewhere I just lived at, but the only true home, I have ever known. This Poem follows the little hill that was like the boundary of Kennedy Place … Continue reading Where My Steps First Began.
When reading and studying works of Thomas Kinsella ( a Great Irish Poet) , I was curious and amazed at his use of a bird to shift between style of poetry. In Kinsella's Poetry he shifted from a strict Rhyming Style into a different style that best reflected his views and flow in poetry. This … Continue reading Between Hedge and Sky
On a sunny Sunday, I climbed 200 meters of sharp, uneven rock-steps – far steeper than they first look – up above Gougane Barra, under the Sheehy Mountains. What people call “the source of the Lee” sits easy to reach, fenceed in beside the road.. But the river keeps its true beginning higher still; on … Continue reading From High Hearth to Harbour
Having enjoyed putting the last poem together and especially The Hybrid Style I composed that poem in, I wanted to work on a little more. This was when it took a route of its own, or so it seems with me and my writings. Introduction Some memories lie quiet in the mind for years, almost … Continue reading The Bog Road Flows
When I set out to write this, I found myself asking what shape the words should take. Should I tie it to a strict steady rhyme like AABB, neat and regular? But the more I thought about it, the more I felt that kind of fixed structure wouldn’t quite fit what I wanted to say. … Continue reading Where the Old Head Remembers
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